Don't even start with me.
Yeah, yeah, very funny, whichever one of you put the Anti-Admittance Spell on the Locker Room doors to keep me out all week. I'm just rolling. Changing in the bushes, that was fun, let me tell you. What are you, house-elves? honestly. But rest assured, I will find out who is responsible, and that person shall pay, oh yes, my precious, she shall. (Or he. Though I sincerely doubt Wood would do anything to jeopardize the Sticklebats' success. In fact, Oliver, I'd like to report that some of my teammates have been violating Item #87 of the Sticklebats Code of Honor you made us sign.)
Anyway, a word to the wise: You don't want to anger a cranky librarian with a Beater's club in her hand.
Now, Arabella, I'd like to remind you who insisted upon playing the HP soundtrack 87 TIMES IN A ROW last weekend. I have been listening to LOTR nonstop to cleanse my brain of it, so maybe one day I will like it again.
Oh, and, yeah, Wood, I know I was late for practice yesterday. But I had about a thousand hours of commentary on LOTR to watch. Priorities, dude.
And Oliver...really sorry about that Bludger I "accidentally" aimed at your head after you called me a--what was it now?--a "woolly-pated slowcoach".
I don't know what that means. I don't want to know. I'm out.
Anyway, a word to the wise: You don't want to anger a cranky librarian with a Beater's club in her hand.
Now, Arabella, I'd like to remind you who insisted upon playing the HP soundtrack 87 TIMES IN A ROW last weekend. I have been listening to LOTR nonstop to cleanse my brain of it, so maybe one day I will like it again.
Oh, and, yeah, Wood, I know I was late for practice yesterday. But I had about a thousand hours of commentary on LOTR to watch. Priorities, dude.
And Oliver...really sorry about that Bludger I "accidentally" aimed at your head after you called me a--what was it now?--a "woolly-pated slowcoach".
I don't know what that means. I don't want to know. I'm out.